Chapter 633: Schiller Is Really a Good Person (Part 2)

"Return the feather to you, get out of my ward, oh, right, take him with you." Schiller pointed at Constantine and said.

Constantine and Lucifer were both stunned, and then they heard Schiller raise his tone and say: "You two keep saying you are my friends, where were you when I was about to die?"

"Now that I'm awake, you two ran into my ward and chattered endlessly. Ten minutes ago, I was still lying on the emergency room bed, life or death unknown. After I woke up, you two want me to go to work. Since that's the case, I have the right to resign, right?"

"What did you just say? You want to return the feather to me???" Lucifer looked at Schiller with some surprise and said: "It seems you really bumped your head. Why did you suddenly figure it out?"

"I take back what I just said. I have no special interest in a feather that is no better than a goose feather, and I won't put it in my study, because that would be too lacking in style."

Schiller looked at Lucifer with a critical gaze and said: "Even if it were a whole pair of wings, I would have no interest at all. That is not the kind of gray I like. If it were placed in a trophy cabinet, it would be ridiculed by my friends for being old-fashioned."

Constantine watched as Lucifer's face turned black. He stretched out two hands, blocked between the two, and said: "No, wait a minute, Schiller, are you crazy? Why are you scolding people for no reason?"

"That... Lucifer, don't be angry. He might not know. Schiller, wings are a taboo for angels, just like human hairstyles. You can't say their wings are ugly; that is insulting them."

"Oh, is that so? Then why don't you look at your own hairstyle?" Schiller looked at Constantine again and said: "You now have an excuse to enter Wayne Manor openly, because as long as you stand upside down, Alfred will think his new mop has arrived."

Constantine's face also turned black. He looked at Lucifer. He felt that this former King of Hell would give Schiller a good look. But who knew, Lucifer suddenly paused, then looked at Schiller and said: "You seem to want me to kill you. Why do you want to think so?"

"You can read minds?... Oh, of course you can." Schiller suddenly realized that the omniscient and omnipotent Lucifer could naturally read minds; using reverse psychology on him was useless.

Schiller indeed wanted Lucifer to kill him because he felt that he seemed to have found the reason why death on both sides wouldn't accept him.

Lucifer didn't know where Schiller had hidden that feather, but Schiller himself knew that the feather was now lying in his soul.

In other words, now his soul belonged to Lucifer. Lucifer, as the second-in-command of the entire DC universe, the Endless family couldn't compare with him. In other words, if Lucifer didn't allow him to die, then he wouldn't be able to see Death.

He originally wanted to anger Lucifer. If Lucifer killed him himself, it would be equivalent to Lucifer personally releasing this part of the permission, and he could go to find Death.

But there was still a contradiction here, that is, if the original Schiller's soul also belonged to Lucifer, and Lucifer didn't allow him to die, why did he disappear? And it seemed that Lucifer didn't know about this.

It was said before that Lucifer's level was quite high. He wasn't almost omniscient and omnipotent, but was omniscient and omnipotent. Under these circumstances, he didn't discover that Schiller's soul had been swapped. What did this mean?

Taking this great opportunity, Schiller wanted to do an experiment. Thus, he planned to anger Lucifer, but he didn't expect Lucifer's strength to be too strong. He possessed mind-reading, so he saw through Schiller's trajectory.

"You want to find Death?" Soon Lucifer saw more, he said: "The Death of the Endless family? Wait a minute... how is there Dream's business???"

"You actually became the Pope of Dream?!

!" Lucifer was completely angry, he said: "You betrayed me! Don't you know that my relationship with Morpheus is not good? That stupid Dream..."

"Sorry, I really didn't know. How does hell generally deal with apostates? I guess it should be killing them, right?"

"You..." Lucifer just wanted to say "Do you think I dare not kill you?", then he thought, if he killed Schiller, wouldn't that be exactly what he wanted, letting him see Death?

"Although I can't kill you, I can pull your soul out and lock it in hell until..." Lucifer said angrily.

"Wait a minute!" Constantine suddenly walked over, stretched out a hand, stopped Lucifer, and said: "... You had better not do that."

Constantine of course had to stop Lucifer. If Lucifer really took Schiller's soul to hell, hell would have to be in a mess on the spot. Was the Dream Realm the previous car's warning?

Facts proved that any intelligent creature would be bewitched and tempted. As long as Schiller went down with a mouth, then Constantine believed that an unprecedented hell war would break out.

It didn't matter if hell fought a war, and Constantine didn't feel sorry for how many demons died, but if those demons were all busy fighting, who would he borrow power from?

The debts he owed were not just to demons. He still relied on the power of demons to pay off debts to other things.

Constantine could be understood as a person who uses cards to support cards. Various powers were poured back and forth by him. Finally, without needing to pay any price himself, he could use powerful magic.

But if something happened to hell, the consequences of one of the cards being cut off would be very serious. Constantine didn't want to be chased all over the world, so he firmly disagreed with Lucifer taking Schiller's soul to hell.

Lucifer felt a trace of confusion about Constantine's attitude. Thus, he paused again, and then continued: "... You actually... God! Morpheus, he actually... Hahahaha! He was actually blown over! Well done!"

Lucifer immediately became happy. Obviously, he saw what Schiller had done in the Dream Realm, and also happened to see the scene where Morpheus was blown over by Clark.

"Can you read my memory?" Schiller asked.

Lucifer shook his head and said: "No, I generally won't do that. It's easy to be infected by human thinking and do stupid things. I can see the past directly along the time node."

"Time is not linear to me. As long as I want to see, I can see anything that happened at any time point. You humans might find it hard to understand this perspective."

Lucifer's mood improved at a speed visible to the naked eye. He didn't even mind Schiller's previous offense at all. He said: "Actually, what you said makes some sense. Gray wings might be a bit outdated. After all, those mythological books draw me with gray wings. People probably got tired of seeing them long ago. You too, right?"

"It doesn't matter. Tomorrow I will dye it black. What do you think about adding some special effects? I think polarized colors are not bad."

Lucifer's mood was good, so it was Schiller's turn to be in a bad mood. He looked at Constantine and lowered his voice: "Didn't you say you can't scold his wings????"

"Lucifer has always been a weirdo." Constantine also leaned his head over and whispered: "Angels and demons don't understand him."

"I said I want to resign!" Schiller said loudly.

"I said I don't agree!" Lucifer also said loudly.

"Why don't you agree?"

"Then why do you want to resign?"

Schiller opened his mouth slightly. He discovered that his urge to resign had come on so fiercely that he hadn't even thought of an excuse yet. He certainly couldn't tell the truth—that it was because of the overtime phobia he'd developed from the Green Lantern industry, could he?

Thinking for a while, Schiller still said: "Because I want to return the feather to you."

"Oh, don't be like that. I already said I forgive you. You were still young then and didn't know better. If you like that feather, just give it to you. As long as you can go make trouble for Dream, giving you another one is not impossible." Lucifer said with expectation.

Actually, the feather didn't count for anything to him. As long as he wanted, he could change out countless feathers, give one to everyone on earth, and even, as long as he had a thought, all mankind could grow wings. This wasn't a difficult thing for him.

Just when Schiller and Lucifer were deadlocked, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open. Bruce walked in, followed by Angela with a face full of anger. The female police officer held her pistol angrily and said to Bruce: "Are you crazy? Even if those people were killed by him, they are heinous bad guys. They even wanted to use mysterious chemical agents to pollute the groundwater of Metropolis!"

Angela pointed outside the door and said: "Metropolis police have already poured out to search the underground laboratory. Just now, they called me. They have already found all the evidence, and even that kind of agent has been obtained!"

"Those materials show that they not only wanted to pollute the water source, but even experimented with that kind of agent on dozens of people. My sister also died because of them. And now, you actually say that because Schiller killed this group of insane criminals, you want to arrest him?!"

Bruce stood in place expressionlessly and said: "I am not excusing that group of heinous Owls. They are indeed guilty, but I hope Professor Schiller can return to the Cat Getan Police Department with me. Detective Gordon will not wrong any good person, and his mental state also needs to be confirmed."

To be honest, Bruce was a bit shocked by the cruel pathological Schiller. Compared to bringing him to justice, Bruce's focus was on confirming Schiller's mental state.

Even if it couldn't be confirmed, he had to be brought back to Cat Getan immediately. Only Cat Getan could accommodate such a lunatic.

Schiller stretched out a hand, pointed at Bruce, then turned to look at Lucifer and said: "Look, this is the reason why I want to resign. I just committed a cruel serial murder case, so now, I am going to court to accept trial, and then go to jail. You wouldn't want to have a Pope who has been to jail, right?"

Saying that, he was about to stand up from the hospital bed and leave with Bruce. He even used his eyes to hint to Bruce to hurry up and take a pair of handcuffs to handcuff him away.

Who knew, Lucifer revealed a disdainful smile. He snapped his fingers and said: "What evidence does he have to judge you?"

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Schiller glanced at Lucifer, then picked up the phone on the bedside table, dialed the Metropolis Police Department's phone, and then said: "Hello? I want to surrender. I am the murderer of the previous serial murder case..."

"What? There is no serial murder case? There hasn't been any crime in the last three months?... Ah, sorry, I want to ask, what is the name of the largest cleaning company in Metropolis?... Is it not called Snow Mountain Cleaning Company? You haven't heard of this name?"

Hanging up the phone, Schiller looked at Lucifer. Lucifer said with a smile that wasn't a smile: "I just took a look along the timeline, and then solved the root cause of this contradiction. This world doesn't have Owls. Since the beginning of time, they haven't existed."

"In addition, the victims of these cases have also been resurrected. Oh, you are called Angela, right? Now go to the Anderson Psychiatric Hospital, and you will be able to see your sister. No need to thank me."

"What crazy talk are you saying??" Angela shouted at Lucifer: "How can you make fun of my sister?! She just passed away not long ago!"

"I was clearly kind-hearted, I should be your benefactor." Lucifer looked at Angela and said: "Even if you don't thank me, you can't point a gun at me, right?"

"Constantine, what does he mean?" Bruce looked at Constantine again and asked. Constantine shrugged and said: "Literal meaning."

Bruce revealed that classic suspicious expression again, and then began to get to the bottom of things with Constantine.

The few people in the room, except for Schiller lying on the hospital bed, the rest were arguing into a group. The tone was high and low, the overlapping sounds were messy, and they lost to the large symphony orchestra only in musicality and artistry.

Just then, a "Bang!" came, and everyone stopped.

Schiller took his hand off the railing he had just slapped. He crossed his hands, placed them on the quilt, and looked at them expressionlessly, saying: "Do you know? I am currently on annual vacation..."

"According to the faculty welfare standards of Cat Getan University, a professor like me has a standard annual vacation of 12 days, plus some other holidays, which adds up to 18 days."

"The management staff of Cat Getan University told me that this is their excellent tradition, and no one can break the rules."

"Now, it has been the second week since I left Cat Getan, which is the 14th day. In other words... my annual vacation has already passed more than half."

Saying that, Schiller sighed, trying hard to speak in a calm tone, but still couldn't hide his final anger. He said: "After the annual vacation passed half, I still didn't get any rest. I will use civilized language that humans can understand to say it one last time..."

"All get out!"

After everyone was stunned for a moment, the group of people led by Constantine began to line up and walk out.

Lucifer, who was at the end of the line, shrugged before going out and said: "A university professor only has less than 20 days of annual vacation? Even the employees of my bar have a full 36 days of annual vacation."

Schiller on the bed opened his eyes with a "Zeng" sound.

Half an hour later, Schiller, standing in the hospital lobby with his suitcase, picked up the public phone and said to the other end:

"Yes, that's right, it's me... Yes, Madam, I called to confirm that as of today, my annual vacation has passed half, right?"

"What silly things are you saying, Professor Rodriguez?" On the other end, a somewhat sharp female voice came. It was the person in charge of the Cat Getan University Administration Office. She said: "Didn't you leave on April 1st? It's only the 14th now. Your annual vacation has only passed 14 days. There are 20 more days!"

"Isn't my annual vacation only 18 days?"

"Oh, God, Professor, what kind of memory do you have? When you left, didn't I tell you? A professor like you has 36 days of standard annual vacation a year. You have taken 14 days now, and there are 22 days left. Remember..."

"Of course, Madam, of course I remember, the excellent tradition of Cat Getan University, no one can break the rules... I will bring you local specialties, good night."

Picking up the luggage, walking out of the door, putting the luggage in the trunk, walking into the driver's seat, sitting down, igniting, stepping on the accelerator, a series of actions were done in one go. Schiller held the steering wheel with one hand and twisted the radio button with the other.

Passionate highway rock music played, a red sun slowly set at the end of the desolate land, and on a straight road, the Ford car sped toward the end of the dusk.

Watching the car slowly run toward the sunset, Constantine, leaning against the railing on the hospital roof, exhaled a puff of smoke, turned his head and said to Bruce beside him:

"You have to believe that Schiller is really a good person."

Constantine turned his head, looked at Bruce and asked: "If there is a great existence close to God who promises you that he can fulfill one of your wishes, what would you choose?"

Bruce's lips moved, but in the end, he remained silent and didn't answer.

Constantine turned his head back, looked at the car that had disappeared on the horizon, and the sunset that still looked incomparably desolate and lonely. He extinguished the cigarette in his hand, exhaled the last puff of smoke, and said:

"Schiller chose 36 days of annual vacation." ===== CHAPTER 634 =====